She wandered down the broad boulevard, barely conscious of where she was going. How many days had it been since the terrible crash? She had

lost count. She was so tired that it was difficult for her to concentrate. She desperately needed water; not the polluted water that the Earthlings

drank, but fresh, clear rain water. She needed the pure fluid to revive her life essence, to gain the strength to find the crystal. She was dying.

She staggered and bumped into a man.

“Hey! Watch where …” The American salesman took a closer look at her and smiled. “Hi, there. Imagine bumping into you like this!” What a doll.

“Yes, I can imagine that.”

“Where are you from, honey?”

“The seventh sun of the Pleiades.”

He laughed. “I like a gal with a sense of humour. Where you headed?”

She shook her head. “I do not know. I am a stranger here.”

Jesus, I think I’m on to something. “Have you had dinner?”

“No. I cannot eat your food.”

I’ve got a real weirdo here. But a beauty. “Where are you staying?”

“I am no